Everyone has plucked a dandelion and blew it in the wind never thinking about the consequences of that action. It is the same with mistakes made in life where it isn’t big or obvious instead it is something small or something that was quick. Later though that small thing comes around again and now you must face it and deal with the problem or it just keeps coming back. The dandelions in the end of the poem “bloomed and closed, and opened up, and blew” The problem didn’t just show up and then go away, instead it continued the ugly cycle of replicating itself. That little white lie that continues to grow until the story is so convoluted that one can’t even remember what the truth really was. That little thing that took on a life of its own, when you didn’t deal with it when you never thought you would deal with it
Everyone has plucked a dandelion and blew it in the wind never thinking about the consequences of that action. It is the same with mistakes made in life where it isn’t big or obvious instead it is something small or something that was quick. Later though that small thing comes around again and now you must face it and deal with the problem or it just keeps coming back. The dandelions in the end of the poem “bloomed and closed, and opened up, and blew” The problem didn’t just show up and then go away, instead it continued the ugly cycle of replicating itself. That little white lie that continues to grow until the story is so convoluted that one can’t even remember what the truth really was. That little thing that took on a life of its own, when you didn’t deal with it when you never thought you would deal with it